Diana Setterfild. The thirteenth tale (№ 95463)

I'm only human. Like all other people, I don't remember my birth. We begin to realize itself much later, coming out of infancy when our birth seems to us to be something infinitely far away, which happened in the beginning of time. We live, as viewers who missed the beginning of the play and try in the course of action to guess about the events they missed the first act.